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DON'T TAP THE GLASS

Sugar On My Tongue

[Verse 1]
A summer night, mid-July, party lights
Are flying high, all my friends are laughing loud
I fake a smile in the crowd

[Verse 2]
You look so good in that denim
Is she really who you're in love with?
Tell me how I'm supposed to pretend I'm not breaking again

[Pre-Chorus]
I see the way you touch her skin like
She's the one that you live in and I just bite my tongue again

[Chorus]
I know you feel the electric in my touch
You can't deny you know it's more than just a crush
With the way you look tonight
I'm falling, can't fight the high
Yeah, I know you feel the static, we're close
You see it in my eyes, yeah, you already know
With the way you look tonight
I'm slipping deeper into the light

[Post-Chorus]
(The electric in my touch)
(Falling for you)
(The electric in my touch)
(Go, go, go, go, go)
(The electric in my touch)
(Feeling, feeling the electric in my touch)

[Verse 3]
You laugh like nothing's wrong
I've been holding back too long
Every plan, every move pulls me closer back to you

[Pre-Chorus]
Wish I could unread the sign
Wish I could press rewind
But here we are and I'm still lost in everything you're not

[Chorus]
You and I, it's killing me, but I swear you still feel me
In the silence, in the heat, in the pulse beneath the beat
I know you feel the electric in my touch
Don't pretend that this was never us
With the way you look tonight
I'm falling straight into the fire
I know you feel the spark beneath the rush
Like gravity, you're pulling me too much
With the way you look tonight
I'm drowning in the light

[Outro]
(The electric in my touch)
(The electric in my touch)
(The electric in my touch)
(Feeling, feeling the electric in my touch)
(The electric in my touch)
(The electric in my touch)
(The electric in my touch)
(The electric in my

ELECTRIC TOUCH

Certified Disaster til ‘Daylight…. VIBEZZZ

Certified Disaster

Yeah…
Don’t touch me unless you can afford the damage.
And baby, it will be damage.

I’m the Ice Queen Overruled,
cold pussy, tight rule, beautifully cruel.
He lick once  legs shake  lose all self-control,
Now he payin’ for the privilege just to swallow me whole.

Big tits, big drip, bitch freeze,
I make billionaires beg on their hands and knees.
He break one rule? Pay a penalty fee 
Ariella snap dicks like I snap jewelry.

Pussy so cold make his tongue go numb,
He said “slow down” bitch, I ain’t done.
I ride his face like a hit-and-run,
Leave hickeys shaped like the trust fund he’s from.

Sit on his mouth, make him gasp for breath,
He tap my thigh like he fearin’ death.
I told him, “Baby, pull deeper, left,”
Now he moanin’ my name like a prayer he kept.

I’m an Arctic freak with a billionaire diet,
He scream loud as hell but he still wanna try it.
His wife found out  she started a riot,
But the pussy too elite…
bitch couldn’t deny it.

Yeah… eat it slow…
like you worship snow.
Grab my waist…
pull me close…
If you cum too fast,
you pay me extra for the joke.

Bass smash  legs spread,
He forget everything I said.
Lights flick  throat fed,
I break men in my bed.

I’m the Ice Queen Overruled,
cold pussy, tight rule, beautifully cruel.
He suck once blackout lose all of his cool,
Now he cashin’ out stocks just to drink me like fuel.

Big tits, big drip, bitch please,
My thighs make grown men fall to their knees.
He break one rule? Penalty fee 
Ariella ruin lives with obscene energy.

I’m a fur-coat slut with an icy throat,
Give him head so good he rewrite his notes.
He said, “Baby slow down” I grabbed his coat,
Made him cum so hard he forgot he could vote.

Snowstorm pussy with a frostbite grip,
He lose breath fast like a drowning ship.
He said, “Marry me please” I said, “Write the script,”
Then blocked his ass quick after one last sip.

My tongue too lethal, my hips too cruel,
I fuck men dumb like I own they school.
Turn a CEO into my lil’ damn fool 
Ariella eats hearts like a power tool.

Kiss my thighs…
choke me twice…
Lose your wallet…
lose your life.

Call me cold…
call me vice…
Baby, you ain’t fucked
’til you’ve fucked with ice.

I’m the Ice Queen Overruled,
cum-drip royalty, unapologetically cruel.
Melt him down, build him up, make him my jewel 
I run this world with a pussy that rewrites the rules.

Diamonds sharp, lips cold,
pretty pussy, platinum soul.
Ariella Sinclair…
too hot, too cold, too bold.

Ice Queen Overruled

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